


Beauty From The North

by ContreParry



Category: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild
Genre: Everyone Is A Little In Love With Link, F/M, Gen, Growing Up, Minor Character Death, Music, Unrequited Love
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2017-11-13
Updated: 2017-11-13
Packaged: 2019-02-01 20:51:40
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,400
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12712731
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/ContreParry/pseuds/ContreParry
Summary: Kass's tutor plays a haunting melody, and Kass spends his time trying to discover the song's meaning.





	Beauty From The North

Kass remembered the first time he heard the song. He was sitting at his tutor’s side, his flight feathers just coming in and the downy feathers of childhood finally molting. He was no longer a child but he was certainly not an adult, and he did not know heartbreak and trials of life and love the way an adult knows them. But when his tutor plucked at the strings of his lute, wizened fingers still skilled despite age stiffening the joints, Kass heard and understood for one brief moment what heartbreak was.

“What is that song?” Kass asked his tutor, but the old man only smiled and shook his head.

“It is a song for another day. Play your latest composition for me, young one.” The old man requested, and Kass complied. He would ask the question again later. The old man could not keep his secrets forever.

But Kass could not keep the song from his head. At night he lay in his hammock, breathing in the cool air of the Hebra Mountains, his feathered fingers moving against his stomach as he tried to recapture the notes of the song and transcribe them. There was a secret here, Kass knew, and he would discover it if he could discover the meaning of the mournful tune.

Of course, Kass was never good at keeping secrets to himself. Everyone in Rito Village could hear him play and sing, and soon they all knew of his obsession, even when he flew off to Warbler’s Nest for privacy. The sad notes of his tutor’s song filled the air, even though every few notes were punctuated with Kass’s muttering “No that’s not right” or a satisfied hum of triumph when he finally figured out a chord.

“What’s that Stupid Sheikah got you doing now, Kass?” Teba grumbled. His downy feathers were fluffed out between his carefully groomed flight feathers, and he had his bow on his back. He had just received his first adult sized bow and was swaggering through the village puffed up with pride. He had even found the courage to meet the eyes of the pretty and polite Saki, though he flirted with her in his own quiet Teba way. He would stare, say hello, and fly off before Saki could even respond. He was not a demonstrative Rito, but Kass knew Teba’s brusque manner and grumbling was how he showed that he cared.

Teba did not see the great value in music, but he respected Kass’s need for it. You want to shriek shrill songs with that pruney old bard that’s your business, Teba would say. I’m going to the Flight Range with Harth. Then he’d fly off and practice, always practicing. Kass knew the value of practice and he did not judge. Teba needed his bow as much as Kass needed his accordion, instruments of different kinds for different tasks.

“He’s a skilled bard. It is an honor to learn from him. And he hasn’t gotten me to do anything, Teba.” Kass said patiently. “I’m trying to figure out what's so secret about this song of his.”

“Secrets, huh?” Harth asked loudly, flapping down to meet them. “What sorts of secrets?”

“Don’t know. That’s what I’m trying to find out.” Kass replied. The song was in a minor key, and there were no words. Yet the notes were clearly an accompaniment to lyrics, a counter melody to another melody that needed to be sung. But what could it be?

“Well, whenever you’re done composing, me and Teba are shooting at the Flight Range. Join us when you’re ready.” Harth replied cheerfully, and then he was off with a powerful beat of his wings, launching himself into the clear morning skies above.

“He’s right, you know.” Teba muttered. “You’re always welcome to join us when you’re done plucking out tunes on your- whatever that is.”

“Accordion.” Kass said mildly. “And I know. I will come by in an hour.”

“If you forget Harth and I will fly over and drag you to practice.” Teba warned him, and then he launched himself into the sky, as fierce and proud as their greatest warriors of legend.

“I’m sure you will.” Kass shouted back, but he returned to his composing. C minor, B flat, rest. What is this song, old man, and why does it haunt you? Why does it haunt me?

Kass could not find the answer.

It was a full summer before Kass heard his tutor play the song again. The notes of the lute lingered in the autumn sunset above Rito Village, and Kass shuffled his feet and waited for his tutor to acknowledge him. The final note faded into silence, and the old man finally stirred as if from a dream.

“Ah, Kass.” The old man said cheerfully. “How long have you been standing there?”

Long enough to hear you play your song, Kass thought, and long enough to hear you hum the melody. But he strode forward and sat down next to his tutor. The breeze ruffled his feathers. His first flight feathers were coming in, and they were the same vibrant shade of blue as his father’s. Kass was pleased with them, but he was more pleased to have caught his tutor playing the mysterious music.

“You were playing the song again.” Kass said, and he waited for an answer.

“Yes. It is dear to me, though I wrote it in my youth and sometimes fear I will forget the tune.” The old man said. “But then the north wind blows in my face and it all comes back to me.”

“You forget your own songs?” Kass asked softly. He could not imagine forgetting what he had poured his heart and soul into, but then again he could not imagine being as old as the old man. He was older than Elder Kaneli, and Elder Kaneli was so old his father knew the Rito Champion, Revali.

“I am old, Kass. I have forgotten more songs than you have learned.” The old man chuckled. “But I do not forget this one.” The old man’s expression turned wistful as he turned back to looking at the mountains, back to the north. Kass looked north himself, but all he saw were mountains and pine trees. Whatever the old man saw, it was not for Kass’s eyes. Not yet.

It was many days after that conversation, but Kass remained devoted to his quest to find the meaning behind the song. He was tapping out the rhythm of the song in his family hut and humming under his breath when Saki came by with a bundle of wheat in a straw basket. Her family ran the general store, and Saki often delivered merchandise when her mother was busy running the shop.

“I am sorry to interrupt your composing, Kass, but mother said I should deliver this to your parents.” Saki said politely, her voice soft as a reed pipe. Kass gave the girl a smile and let her come in. Thank the Goddess he had put away the sleeping hammocks and tidied up the place. His mother would pluck his feathers if he had dared let a guest into a messy house!

“It is no trouble. I should leave the hut and stretch my wings a little.” Kass replied. His tutor had made his way to the stables nearby, claiming that a walk would revitalize his weary bones. Kass was not one to tell his tutor no, though he worried. The old man was frail, and walking down the wooden stairs of Rito Village tired him out on bad days.

“Yes, you should.” Saki agreed. “But I can tell this new song is bothering you. I hear you humming the tune from my home.”

“Ah. I am sorry.” Kass mumbled. He really must find a private place to practice, where he would not wake the others in the village. Just because this song hounded him did not mean it should bother his fellow villagers.

“Has, um, have you seen Teba around?” Saki asked, politely changing the topic. Kass smiled. Teba would be bursting with joy if he knew that the girl of his dreams was asking after him. Kass debated if he should tell his friend. While he hated keeping information to himself, he wouldn’t want to inflate an already inflated ego. Teba would preen and puff up and be insufferable if he knew shy, pretty Saki had noticed him.

“He and Harth are practicing flight maneuvers on the updrafts. I should join them, but-” Kass gestured helplessly to his instrument and the neat stack of papers on which he had written out the notes of the song.

“But the music.” Saki finished his thought. “I understand.”

“Yes.” Kass sighed. “It’s a puzzle, to be certain, but I am determined to solve it.”

“I wish you luck, Kass. I have to deliver the rest of this wheat. I don’t want mother pecking at me if I don’t finish in time!” Saki joked, and she left. Kass stretched his wings and left the hut. A quick flight would be good for him, he reasoned. It would help him clear his head.

The winter was particularly cold that year, and while Kass was able to practice in more secluded spots around the village, his tutor had trouble keeping up. The weather is not kind to old bones, he had said, and he often rested by the inn’s fire. They held their lessons there in the early evenings, and he taught Kass old songs of a legendary hero and his many adventures. Kass dreamed of the day he dropped his fledgling feathers and would be able to fly to these places and find the hero’s treasures himself. He wrote down the lyrics and puzzled over their meanings, and even shared a few of the more interesting ones with his friends.

“Teba believes that a king with a crown of bone could be a hinox with a bone in its topknot, but those are rare.” Kass told the old man. “And I don’t see how a bone used as a hair-pin is the same as a crown.” Kass had told Teba the same thing, but Teba just shrugged and said that maybe it was a lynel instead, because who else wears bones on their heads?

“Teba is a warrior and sees with a warrior’s eyes.” The old man said with a wheezy chuckle. “In this way he is similar to other Rito warriors I have known.”

“You knew other Rito warriors? When? Did you know the Rito Champion, Revali?” Kass asked eagerly. The old man sang beautiful, interesting songs, but the old man also told interesting stories of the time before the Calamity. They were stories and songs from the time of the legendary hero.

“I am an old man, Kass.” The old man said, eyes misty with memories of those long gone. “But I knew Revali.”

“What was he like?” Kass wondered. Revali’s bow was in Elder Kaneli’s keeping, but no one among the Rito was strong enough to pull back the string and fire the bow.

“Proud. Strong-minded. Skilled with the bow and the best flier among the Rito. He was like your friend, Teba, but not as quiet.” The old man laughed. “Some would call him arrogant, but Revali was as great a warrior as he claimed to be. He did not have false pride, he simply had no modesty.”

“Did you know the other Champions? The hero? The princess?” Kass asked. So many stories, so many songs to learn, and he wanted them all. The old man coughed and sipped on his tea, sweetened with courser bee honey. Good for the throat, the old man claimed, and good for the soul.

“Yes, I knew them. I knew them all, and better than you might think.” The old man smiled fondly. “A bard must be observant, after all.” And so he told Kass of the Goron Chief Daruk, bold and sunny and as rough around the edges as a boulder. He spoke of Urbosa, the fierce and beautiful Chieftain of the desert dwelling Gerudo. He told tales of the water dwelling Zora and their elegant and gentle healer Princess Mipha. He spoke of Zelda, the Princess of Hyrule, and her clever mind, her brave heart, her sad eyes that hovered between green and blue. And he spoke of a hero with the solemn bearing of a man at least twice his age and eyes as deep as a ten fathom sea.

“He rarely spoke.” The old man said. “So when he did his words were to be heeded without question. His devotion to the princess was absolute.”

“Which princess?” Kass wanted to know.

“Caught that, did you? Link was Princess Zelda’s sworn swordsman, her knight meant to protect her. He wielded the sword of evil’s bane and was the Champion of the Champions. He was devoted to Princess Zelda in his own way. But yes, he was devoted to Princess Mipha as well.” The old man’s expression turned mischievous, as if he were about to impart a great secret to Kass.

“Did you know that Princess Mipha and the hero were so close, it was rumored that they were engaged?” The old man whispered, his dark eyes smiling.

“You never told me that!” Kass exclaimed. He had heard every tale of the hero, but he had never heard a romantic one before!

“It’s true! Every word!” The old man swore. “She made him armor, a gift that Zora women craft for their intended! He never wore it though. Never had the chance.”

“Oh.” Kass murmured. The Calamity must have happened before then. Silence filled the room, the silence that always comes after a tragedy.

“His eyes were as blue as a ten fathom sea.” The old man whispered. “And his hair was golden.” He fell silent then, as he did when lessons were over, and Kass politely took his leave to let his tutor sleep. But the stories and the song echoed through his mind as he lay in his hammock, and when he closed his eyes all he saw was hair of gold and eyes as blue as a ten fathom sea.

The song had now become The Song, and Kass devoted his time to playing with the syncopation and counter melody as he hummed the accompaniment. The Song had grown over the winter, and Kass was certain he had heard it all now. It was piecing what he heard together that was proving tricky. But every day there was progress. Every day he knew more.

“Messing around with your love song again, Kass?” A cheery voice asked, and when Kass looked up his feathers nearly bristled in surprise and embarrassment.

“Amali!” Kass exclaimed. “I was not, um, expecting you.” He self-consciously brushed at the wrinkles in his tunic and prayed to the goddess that Amali did not notice.

“No. Obviously.” Amali glanced around his hideout, small platform he had built near Warbler’s Nest, and clicked her tongue. “But I heard your music and thought I would drop by.” The breeze ruffled her feathers as she walked past him. Kass knew he was biased, but in his opinion there was no prettier Rito girl than Amali. Her pale green feathers gleamed and her yellow feathers were jaunty, cheerful accents that complimented her personality. She was bright and fun, and enjoyed flying around the mountains delivering messages to the different stables in Tabantha and Hebra, a way to earn extra coin before she settled down.

“You heard me?” Kass asked.

“Everyone hears you, Kass. The wind carries your songs for miles.” Amali replied, rolling her eyes before sitting down on the floor. “So. Your love song. Who’s it for?”

“Nobody!” Kass said hastily, but he stopped and narrowed his eyes. “And why do you think it’s a love song anyways?”

“Because it’s beautiful and sad. War ballads are fierce and happy tunes make people laugh. So this has to be a love song.” Amali said, as if it were all that simple. “So it’s a love song to no one?”

“I didn’t realize it was a love song.” Kass muttered. “I heard my tutor play it and thought I would figure it out for myself.” Silly of him, a bard in training, to not recognize a love song when he heard one!

“Wonder who he wrote it for.” Amali mused thoughtfully. “Must have been someone he cared for deeply, and it must have ended badly.”

“How do you know?”

“Because it wouldn’t be so beautiful and so sad otherwise.” Amali answered. “Now play me something of yours, Kass.” And because he could refuse her nothing, Kass played his own songs. They were not as skillfully composed or masterfully played as his tutor’s works, but Amali didn’t seem to mind.

After Amali’s revelatory statement, Kass spent much of his time wondering who The Song was meant for. He spent almost as much time wondering as he spent fiddling around with the notes, the chords, the entire arrangement. The answers were in The Song. Kass just had to be clever enough and diligent enough to uncover them.

“You’re missing a rest after the C chord.” The old man said, making Kass nearly jump out of his feathers. He was at Warbler’s Nest again, and he did not think anyone would follow him today when the weather was so poor. His flight feathers had fully come in now and he could fly through the storm, but not everyone was so desperate for privacy as he was. He did not think other Rito would follow him, and he certainly did not think that his elderly Sheikah tutor would have climbed up to his platform in the trees.

“A quarter rest after the C chord, Kass. Try the line again.” The old man ordered, and Kass did as he was told. The old man smiled and settled down on the floor, his bones creaking like the trees swaying in the wind.

“A good effort. An excellent interpretation of my original work, Kass. You are far more talented than I was at your age.” He said, and his voice was filled with pride. Kass’s feathers puffed out, his heart warm with the praise of his tutor.

“You think so?” Kass asked.

“It is good work, Kass. Though it is missing the accompaniment.” The old man said with a chuckle.

“I don’t know the words yet.” Kass replied, and looked expectantly at his tutor, who only sighed and waved his hand.

“Ah.” He murmured. “Go on, play the song.” And as Kass played the song on his accordion, his tutor began to sing. His voice was strong despite his age, and the words were as haunting as its melody.

“Beauty from the North / Stunning and unique / One look causes a city to tremble / One touch makes an empire fall / I wonder if such a rare beauty / Can ever be found again.”

When the song died down and the notes faded on the breeze, Kass’s tutor sighed and leaned against the trunk of the pine tree. There was a smile on his wizened face as he gazed out over the landscape. As he gazed north.

“And now you know every song I know, Kass.” The old man said. His voice was calm, and his eyes were proud. “And you play them all well.”

“I still need a tutor.” Kass replied. “No one else understands music as you do.”

“No?” The old man asked with some amusement. “What of your friend Amali, who loves to listen to you play?”

“Well, she’s different.” Kass insisted. Amali was special. No one was quite like Amali. But no one else understood music the way the old man did. Kass still had so much to learn!

“I am not planning to leave, Kass.” The old man chided gently. “I’m staying here in Rito Village for a while yet, and I will continue to teach you while I can. Now we must return before the weather gets worse.” Kass followed his tutor into the rain and he mused over the lyrics of The Song. He knew the words now, but the meaning of The Song was as puzzling as ever.

Time passed, as it always does. Teba married Saki, Saki’s soft heart and sympathetic ears easily hearing what Teba was always too shy to say. Harth flew alone, though he was an incorrigible flirt with any woman who visited the village. Kass grew ever closer to Amali, the one person who understood his music and the love he had for it, and one bright spring day they were wed. The old man witnessed it all, and played his songs with Kass. Until there was one day, one cold winter day, where the songs were not played.

“I am old. Older than many, and lucky that I had so many years.” The old man murmured. He was bundled up in quilts stuffed with the down feathers of snow pigeons, and the fire blazed brightly near his bed. But still the old man shivered. Kass adjusted the blankets and tried to get the old man to lie down, but he refused. His tutor was ever stubborn, ever proud, and he sat near the window and gazed out to the mountains. Gazed out to the north.

“Try to eat some more soup.” Kass ordered. 

“I am full enough, Kass. Your wife does not need to fuss over me, and neither do you.” The old man grumbled, but he sipped the warm soup Amali made. “I am old, and it is my time.” Kass said nothing to this remark, but he took a seat next to his tutor. After a while the old man stirred.

“Do you have any questions for me, Kass? Any knowledge I can impart before I depart?” The old man joked, and Kass laughed. He would joke about the end of his life, as much as he joked and teased about everything in his life. He is not gone, Kass thought, not yet. And he never will be, he realized. His tutor would live on in his songs, and Kass would keep him and his art alive.

“I do have one.” Kass said softly.

“Ask away.”

“Your song. The love song. Who was it for?” Kass asked.

“Hmm. Who do you think it was for?” The old man replied, smile on his face.

“I was never certain. At first I thought the Princess, but when you described her to me you always spoke of her wit and determination before her appearance. And she was born in Hyrule Castle, which is to the southeast. Not north.”

“Where I was born it was in the north.” He said with a smile, but Kass shook his head. He knew his tutor was wily, and his smile told Kass that he was teasing yet again.

“And then I thought Revali, for he was born in the north. But you never described the Rito Champion as a beauty.” Kass explained.

“He was beautiful, in his own way.” The old man replied.

“I don’t think it was the type of beauty to inspire a melancholy love song.” Kass countered, and the old man bowed his head slightly, acknowledging Kass’s argument.

“And then I realized. In all the stories, all the people, all the places you have traveled, you never once mentioned where the hero came from. Where he was born, where he lived. He just arrived one day, and you began writing songs about him.” Kass said. The old man was silent for some time, staring north. Kass took it as confirmation. His guess was correct this time.

“The beauty in the song. Is it another song about him?” Kass asked softly, just to make certain.

“He came from the north, though it was northeast of Hyrule castle, closer to a forest full of mystery. He was a mystery himself. Who would not write songs for him?” The old man said.

“The Great Hyrule Forest.” Kass murmured. Yes, that would be north. As north as Rito Village, only to the east instead of the west.

“He rode in with his hair of gold and eyes as blue as the sea, and he stole every heart he met.” The old man said, a wry smile on his face and a peculiar sorrow in his eyes. “He never meant to cause such trouble, to have so much attention thrust upon him. He was already heralded as a hero of legend, already expected to do so much. Every day there were more eyes watching him, and every day he grew more silent until he barely spoke at all.” The old man sighed.

“I was jealous at first.” The old man explained. “Foolish boy that I was. I thought I loved the princess and I saw the hero as a rival. The passage of time and the learning of many lessons taught me otherwise.”

“You loved him.” Kass breathed out. His old tutor had been in love with the great hero of legend!

“He was easy to love.” The old man shrugged. “Everyone loved him, in their own way. Champion Urbosa saw him as a son she never had. Daruk saw a younger brother to teach and treasure. Princess Mipha saw her future husband and childhood friend. Your Rito Champion, Revali- he saw a rival to best. Sometimes I wonder, if he had had more time, he would have learned the lessons I learned.” The old man drew the blankets closer to his thin, frail frame.

“Princess Zelda saw her equal, her match, another soul as weighed down by destiny and expectation as she was. She envied and pitied and loved him in equal measure.” The old man murmured. “It destroyed her, when he was sent to sleep. She blamed herself, that she had not discovered her own powers in time to save that which was dearest to her.”

“What happened to the hero?” Kass asked.

“He slumbers.” The old man said, and he turned his body to point to the south. “And someday, he will awaken. I feel it in my bones. The time is soon to pass. But I will not be there to witness it.” The old man’s white hair hung loose around his shoulders, and the firelight melted away his wrinkles so that for one brief moment, Kass saw what his tutor may have looked like when he was a young man. But then the fire flickered and he was old again. He was weak, frail, and dying.

“And why not?” Kass asked, trying to deny the obvious. He would get well again, Kass thought. He will drink Amali’s soup and she and I will tend to him. He would be well again!

“I am old, Kass.” The old man replied. “Too old to assist in any way beyond my songs. Songs that you know better than I do now. I can not travel to the places where the hero might go. I can not play my lute as I did, and my voice is more of the croak of a frog than the song of a bard.”

“You do not wish to see your old friend? You do not think he would wish to see you after all this time?” Kass asked desperately. Do not go, do not leave me now!

“An old man he will not know or remember? No, Kass. It is best that the past not haunt him as destiny has. I will let him go, as I did so many years ago. But this time, I let go knowing myself and my heart.” The old man said firmly. “And I have lived my life fully and well. I leave with no regrets.” The old man smiled then, a tired sort of smile of the old and sick, and Kass knew there was no chance of recovery. This was goodbye.

“Do you want to face towards the east?” Kass asked softly. “Towards the forest?”

“No. To the north.” The old man replied. “He has always been north. I hope that my songs will guide him when he wakes, for he will be lost without a guide to point him home.” The old man fell silent then, and Kass waited for him to speak again.

“All who saw him loved him.” The old man murmured. “All of us linked together by our love for one doomed man.” His dark eyes blinked slowly and fell shut. Kass sat with his tutor until the man’s breathing grew soft, softer, softer still, and then it was gone. He was gone.

Kass buried the old man near Warbler’s Nest under a pine tree. Teba and Harth helped with the work, and Amali and Saki made sure the old man had flowers and a stone to mark the grave. Even Elder Kaneli removed himself from his rocking chair to say farewell, and Kass was grateful that he could mourn the loss of his dear friend and tutor with those he loved.

Time passes, and pain dulls. Wounds heal, and even memories lose their grip on the mind in time. Kass mourned his tutor, but he had a life to live and family to love. He and Amali had children, five girls with Amali’s bright plumage and his love of music. The girls filled their lives with love, laughter, and activity, and he and Amali were forever chasing after their little mischief makers. So while The Song and his tutor’s last words lingered in Kass’s mind, he could not put his life on hold. 

Life had been going as it ever did when Vah Medoh stirred from slumber and began to soar above Rito Village, screaming and shooting warriors out of the sky. Teba and Harth plotted to take the mechanical creature down, but Kass knew what it was. He warned them to stay away, and he knew, in his heart, what had happened to cause the Divine Beast to awaken.

The hero of legend, his tutor’s beauty from the north, had awoken.

Kass knew what he must do.

“I’m not at all surprised.” Amali said as Kass prepared to leave for his travels.

“You aren’t angry?” Kass asked, surprised that his wife was so willing to help him pack for his journey.

“A little, but I know what you’re doing and why you’re doing it.” Amali explained, adjusting Kass’s pack on his shoulders. “And I know you’ll return to us eventually, so I’m not going to be raising our fledglings alone.” But still her wingtips brushed against his cheek and her eyes searched his, looking for reassurance.

“Our daughters will be obedient for you.” Kass told her. “Or they will answer to me when I return home.”

“Our daughters are rowdier than seagulls and obey no one.” Amali replied, but she smiled at him. “Now go and put your tutor’s spirit at ease, Kass. Go help whoever it is that needs your songs.”

Kass obeyed, traveling across Hyrule, finding the places his tutor sang of in his songs and playing his songs to pay for his travels. It was a lonely voyage. There was always danger, and Kass had to be careful as he soared through the skies and took to the roads, stopping at inns and seeing the world outside of Tabantha for the first time.

One day, at one place, Kass played his song to the open air and wondered if today would be the day, if this would be the day that he and the hero of legend would finally cross paths when he heard a sound. Still playing his song, Kass lifted his head as a head came into view- hair like golden wheat in the sunlight, Kass thought, and when the young man lifted his face to meet Kass’s gaze, he was lost not in the depths of the sea but the endless heights of a clear northern sky.

“All who saw him loved him.” His tutor’s voice echoed in his mind as the young man approached him, beautiful as the dawn and as fierce looking as a wolf. “All of us linked together by our love for one doomed man.”

Call it fate, call it love, call it a song that did not die with its creator, but Kass had met his tutor’s beauty from the north, and he felt the earth under his talons tremble at his look.

**Author's Note:**

> The song (and entire story) is based off the poem Jia Ren Qu by Han Dynasty poet Li Yannian.
> 
> Thank you for reading!


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